Every Saturday the nighthawks pile into the diner
on the corner of Marigold and Vine
Coffee for a dime, but the waitress cost extra
Pigs in a blanket and daffy on the tube;
coffee taste like late night rendezvous;
laughs and memories of Saturday night

In a booth sits a lonely blonde smoking a Chesterfield
drinking cold coffee with yesterday's cream
wearing a black and blue dress to match the color of her eye
Her man ran out with all her money, so she waits;
because it's too cold outside where the bums are fast asleep
and she's not ready for the next resurrection

A solitary sailor sits at the counter wearing a p-coat
and crackerjack hat waiting for the waitress to come back
Her rhinestone studded name tag say's, Irene;
the name of a Maxwell House coffee queen
with scrambled egg yellow in her hair
A real doll for the late night crowd

Outside the Texaco sign burns a red white and blue special
while the paper man hawks his morning late night edition
Across the street the Park and Drive
is filled with yesterdays Coupé deville
awaiting the coming dawn

Sun slowly punches another day into the sky,
spilling a carpet of diamonds from its guts
as the city sweeps away the cobwebs and decay;
all the promises of another Saturday night.

"Hey Jack, when did you get back in town?"

"Hey man, I didn't even know what town I was in."

"Didn't know what town."

"No man, what town is this this?" 

"Oh Jack, you kill me."


Memories of Saturday Night (Lyrics in description)

Maybe there’s an end to everything
Maybe life is built that way
When you held me in the darkness
Really thought you were going to stay

Sitting across the kitchen table
with no words to find
I see the steam rise from your coffee
you've already made up your mind

Nothing so strong
as a woman who has already made up her mind

Thing is
Tears fall
Won’t be able
To hear me if I call
Thing is
Love ends
Really wish when it did
We could have stayed friends

Life is cold when you age
Life is big and time gets away
Seems the more I think of you
The less I remember those days

Night is lonely here without you
empty arms are all I find
this bed is too big to sleep in
without a woman who's made up her mind

Nothing so strong
as a woman who has already made up her mind

Thing is
We were young
Truly, my love I thought
I was the only one
Thing is
Time heals
Some of it comes back
And I remember how it feels

Thing is
Tears fall
Life moves on
Love is over and all
Thing is
We were young
In the end you must have thought
You were the only one
Thing is …

Thing Is ( Lyrics in description)

God Gave It A Name

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